How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Zhang Zhou didn't have much to pack, just the books and articles and poems he'd bought recently. He packed everything up, filling a rattan box. He carried the box and led his pony back to the Jia residence. He guessed something had happened, causing him to be so anxious.

But it was better to go back early. He had just written a few farewell letters and asked the servants in the garden to help deliver them. During the few months he stayed in Huizhou, he had made a few good friends.

The mountains are high and the waters are far, if we are destined to be together, we will meet at the examination hall.

At noon, the Jia family gathered again for lunch, this time to say goodbye to their sister and niece. Jia Wanqing grabbed Xia Chu's hand, tearfully asking if it was okay for them not to leave. Jia Wanlin, also watching with tears in her eyes, clutched her aunt's arm, feeling incredibly reluctant to leave.

Xia Chu and Jia Qingwu were reluctant to leave, but going to Lin'an was a decision they had made long ago. Adding to the uncertainty surrounding Sun Wujiu, they could only hold the two little girls and gently comfort them, "Aunt and Xia Chu will come back in the future and bring you some little things from Lin'an, okay?"

"I will write to you." Xia Chu promised.

Jia Sansi felt a little unhappy. Wasn't the Jia family better than the Wang family? Why did he have to leave? If Sun Wujiu wanted to come, let him come. The Jia family was not without roots in Huizhou, so he didn't believe that Sun Wujiu could come up with anything.

But his parents agreed, and his sister couldn't persuade him, so he could only swallow his dissatisfaction. After being escorted all the way to the city gate, Jia Sansi watched the carriage go away. Perhaps he could expand his business to Lin'an. He had opened two small shops there before, and he could open more in the future. Lin'an is prosperous, so he can't lose out.

Jia Wanqing watched the carriage go away and burst into tears. She chased it for a few steps but was pulled back by Jia Junting.

Jia Wanlin wiped her tears silently, and Jia Junyang patted her shoulder comfortingly. "I'll be back in the future, don't be sad."

I was hesitant when I came, but full of joy when I left.

Xia Chu watched the winter turn to spring outside the window and began to imagine the scene of meeting Dong Xiaohuan. She would definitely hug herself and cry for a while, then check herself again and finally say, "You've lost weight."

She started to smile as she thought about it. She wondered what Bai Wuxia and the others would do. Bai Wuxia would definitely criticize her for leaving without saying goodbye, Sister Yun would ask if she was doing well during this period, Lin Lang would ask about the scenery in Huizhou, and Mo Qingmei would just watch them laughing and joking quietly.

When the time comes, I will buy two pots of sweet fruit wine, prepare a good banquet, and apologize to my sister first.

She also brought a lot of gifts, all selected according to their preferences, so that they wouldn't feel alienated when the time comes.

They had to take care of Jia Qingwu and the two ponies, so they were not moving very fast. Jia Sansi was worried about his sister and niece meeting an accident along the way. If it weren't for the new year and the busy schedule, Jia Sansi would have wanted to see them off in person. He actually wanted his eldest son to go, but since the academy had just started classes, Jia Qingwu declined. He said Zhang Zhou and the servants were on the way.

But Jia Sansi was still worried, so he found a familiar escort agency to escort the person all the way. He was determined to send the person safely to Lin'an and bring back Jia Qingwu's handwritten letter. Only then would the trip be considered complete.

Jia Qingwu promised to write home as soon as she arrived in Lin'an, and then send a safety letter every two weeks so that her family would not have to worry.

So even though they were eager to return home in early summer, they still spent six days there. They stopped and started along the way, and by the time they reached Lin'an, the trees were sprouting emerald green buds and the grass was showing pointed, thin leaves. Spring had already arrived.

Seeing the gates of Lin'an again, Xia Chu nearly burst into tears. For the first time, she felt the dread of being near home. Jia Qingwu saw her fidgeting, scrabbling at the windows, searching for Zhang Zhou, unable to stop. She was nervous, too; after all, she had just arrived in a strange place. She poured herself a cup of tea and said, "Xia Xia, tell me, are there any vacant houses for sale near your home?"

Xia Chu took the tea and thought about it. She had never noticed it before. There were many large houses near them, and they had to inform the doorman before visiting.

Dong Xiaohuan was usually busy with her shop and didn't like visiting neighbors. She only knew of their existence through passing encounters. As for whether there were any vacant houses, she had no idea.

"It doesn't matter. It will be the same if we find a pawnshop later." Jia Qingwu just wanted to distract her attention and asked if there was any big inn nearby.

"Inn?" Xia Chu blinked. "Don't you want to stay at our house? We still have an empty room." After saying that, she realized that there was not enough space for all the servants to sleep on the floor. "There is an inn on the street. It's not cheap, but it's very clean. The food there is delicious. I don't want to eat there before I cook."

Zhang Zhou led the convoy to Wang's house. When they arrived at the door, he looked up at the door and thought to himself: Home is here.

After opening the gate, the familiar courtyard came into view. Zhang Zhou couldn't help but smile and asked the servants to move the luggage to the back rooms on both sides.

They had no servants, and the back room was usually used to store miscellaneous items. However, Dong Xiaohuan and Xia Chu were both clean people, so the room wasn't spotless, but it wasn't messy either.

When both sides were full, they were able to put down the things Jia Qingwu had brought. As for her personal clothes and supplies, they were not placed there.

After unloading the items, Zhang Zhou took the escort agency and some servants to the inn. The carriage needed to be stored, as it couldn't fit in the yard and would block other people's way in the alley.

Xia Chu helped Jia Qingwu out of the car. The yard wasn't looking very pretty at the moment. After all, it was just spring, and some flowers had withered and been pulled out by Dong Xiaohuan, and no new ones had been planted yet.

But when Xia Chu looked at his own home, everything was good. Even the bare little pond in the yard seemed like a mirror, with a unique beauty.

"Finally back." Xia Chu sighed, "Mom, please sit down. I'll go boil some water for tea." She skipped to the kitchen like a swallow returning to its nest. The fire in the small stove had gone out, but she didn't care and didn't bother to light it again to boil water.

When Cuihua and Cuiya came over, she was taking out tea leaves from the cupboard and putting them into the teapot, humming a song while waiting for the water to boil.

"Miss, let me do it." Cuihua stepped forward and said.

Thinking Jia Qingwu must be bored sitting alone, she nodded. But instead of heading to the front hall, she went into the study and pulled out her music sheet. She presented it to Jia Qingwu like a treasure, "Mother, look, I wrote all of this!" She put her hands on her hips, her expression full of praise, much more lively than she had been at the Jia family's.

It turned out that she was still reserved in the Jia family. Jia Qingwu smiled and looked at the music sheet in her hand. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it looked. Then she turned to the cover and saw the sound of a plucked-string warrior. She looked up at her daughter. No wonder she felt familiar when she first saw it. She had doubts in her heart, and as expected... "Plucking-string warrior?"

Xia Chu's face froze. She was so happy that she let herself be exposed. She laughed dryly, "Hehe...it's me."

Jia Qingwu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why did you choose such a weird name?"